Wounded once. Then again. He kept going—until a third wound knocked him from a tank.
One Marine. One shattered perimeter. He stood alone—and held the line.
A split-second choice. A lifetime of courage. He shielded his brothers with his own body—and lived.
Blinded, bleeding, and still leading from the front. Even without sight, he drove the attack forward until the objective was won.
He stood between the lines so others could advance. At the height of battle, he led from the front and paid the ultimate price.
When his aircraft was mortally damaged, he stayed at the controls so others could live. Calm under catastrophe, he turned a crash into an act of salvation.
When sudden violence erupted in the darkness, he chose his men over himself. In a single, selfless act, he turned certain death into survival for others.
